Well, this is it folks… my final day as a one-year-old.

I’ve done everything that’s been asked of me. When people asked me to jump, I jumped. When people asked me to sing, I sang. When I was told to go fly a kite….

…I flew it high.

Heck, I even learned how to cover my mouth when coughing, I’ve mastered drinking out of a real cup, and I’ve found my independence. (It sounds a lot like, “No, Jaeger do!”)

I’ve worked hard at being a one-year-old. And while it was a year full of super-duperness, I can’t stay young forever. Because tomorrow I need to get busy turning two!

See you in the terrible territory…